I Pick Up Waste In Immortal World

0Sui Guan looked at Zhao Donglee, still unconvinced. He was so angry that he laughed. He picked up the soft gun he had just used, held it in his hand, and looked at Zhao Donglee. "If I said I could use this soft spear to pierce through the wall, would you believe me?"     3

    

Zhao Donglee shook his head like a rattle drum. "I don't believe you."    

    

Sui Guan clapped his hands. Although the tip of the soft spear in his hand was made of iron, it was only a short part. But how thick was the wall of Dojo? It was at least three meters thick. How could it be penetrated?    

    

Sui Guan smiled slyly. "Then let's make a bet. If I can penetrate it, your Dojo will belong to me. If I lose."    

    

Zhao Donglee continued. "If you lose, you will join Donglee's Dojo."    

    

"Alright, it's a deal. Li old man and all the disciples here are witnesses!" Sui Guan and Zhao Donglee made the bet in just a few words. Before Li old man could organize the bet, the two of them clapped three times.    

    

Sui Guan looked at Li old man complacently. "Sigh, the bet has been made. It is not necessary to go back on your word."    

    

old man looked at Sui Guan's hand. It was stuck in his chest. He could not go up or down. old man held his chest. Obviously, he had a heart attack.    

    

Sui Guan was prepared for this. He patted old man's back with one hand and used the Real Qi to relieve his body. Soon, old man's breathing returned to normal.    

    

"Young master, can you cancel this bet just because I know Grandpa Pan? The Lee Family relies on this Dojo to survive." As old man spoke, he started to cry, looking very pitiful.    

    

Zhao Donglee stood up from the ground, unconvinced. He wanted to pull out his spear, but after a minute of hard work, the spear did not budge at all.    

    

"old man, why do you think he will win? Even if his seniority is high, the wall is not a joke. It is three meters thick, and it is made of the hardest bricks."    

    

old man looked at Zhao Donglee as if he was looking at an idiot. "It is not surprising for me to poke through the wall with my finger. That is Pan..."    

    

Sui Guan clapped his hands and pushed away Zhao Donglee, who was unconvinced. He held the soft gun and walked towards the wall.    

    

old man followed him in a hurry. He did not know if it was intentional or not, but when he passed Zhao Donglee, the crutch hit Zhao Donglee's foot hard.    

    

Zhao Donglee cried out in pain, but he didn't dare to have any resentment towards old man. He could only quietly follow behind the two of them. Zhang Bai walked to the wall and stopped. Zhao Donglee's disciples also spontaneously formed a circle. Sui Guan, old man Lee, and Zhao Donglee were all in the center.    

    

"Look closely. Although it is said to be a Lunar Staff and a spear for the rest of your life, you have used the wrong direction." Sui Guan waved his arm. The soft spear seemed to have a soul. It stabbed into the wall in a split second.    

    

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!" The soft spear stabbed again and again. The densely packed spear shadows made it hard to tell how many times it stabbed.    

    

After that, Sui Guan put away the spear and stood still. Although Li old man was sure that Sui Guan could win, he was still a little puzzled when he saw that the wall did not seem to be damaged at all.    

    

Zhao Donglee had been watching Sui Guan shoot nervously, but when he saw that there was no movement from the wall, he jumped out excitedly. "Hahaha, I won. Don't forget the bet. You will be a member of Donglee's Dojo from now on!"    

    

Sui Guan shrugged and blew on the wall. Although this breath was gentle, it was the last straw that broke the camel's back. The entire wall fell down.    

    

Zhao Donglee was surprised and surprised. He threw himself in front of the wall and checked it. He found that there was no problem with the wall. He slowly turned his head. The expression on his face was like crying and also like a smile. "This, this is not true."    

    

Sui Guan put the tip of the spear to his mouth and blew. He gently threw the soft spear into the wall. Zhao Donglee was stunned. He stood in the gap of the wall and stuck his head out. As expected, the soft spear went through the wall, which was three meters thick.    

    

"How is this possible?" Zhao Donglee sat on the ground dejectedly. A while ago, he was still the Master of Dojo. Everyone in Dojo had to listen to him, but in the next minute, Dojo followed the surname of another person.    

    

Sui Guan, on the other hand, smiled in a relaxed manner. "Why are you in such a hurry? It's the property of Lee Family anyway. Oh, I'm sorry. His surname is Sui. "    

    

Li old man nodded. His expression was calm once again. "Sure. It seems that you don't care about the friendship of the previous generation."    

    

"Relationships?" Sui Guan was very confused. He repeated, "Relationship? Hahaha, how funny, you actually told me about friendship!"    

    

Sui Guan suddenly looked at old man, his face full of resentment. "What is the Ancient Martial Family like now? "Why didn't you guys come out to talk about friendship? " Back then, when the Black Stronghold wanted to destroy Miao Village, where were you? Now that you have seen my spear art, do you remember the diligence of Miao old man? "    

    

Sui Guan looked down at old man and placed his palm on his shoulder. "Your relationship is really cheap."    

    

"Wait!" Seeing that Sui Guan was about to leave, old man Li panicked and stopped him.    

    

Sui Guan did not turn his head and asked, "Is there anything else?"    

    

"You, what do you want to do next? "Isn't this enough?"    

    

Sui Guan looked at the surrounding disciples. All of them were looking at Sui Guan, waiting for him to deal with them.    

    

"Of course, my target isn't just the two small Dojo. I have recorded the bet just now. If you want to cheat, you can do it too." Sui Guan took out a small and delicate recording pen. After confirming that Li old man could see it clearly, he turned around and walked out of the door. His last target was, surprisingly, Qian Loong's Dojo.    

    

"Where is Master?" Sui Guan walked to the last target of his trip. Outside the gate of the Dojo of Qian Loong, there were two strong disciples guarding it.    

    

One of them coldly harrumphed and replied, "Master has gone out. If you want to register, wait until next year. The number of disciples recruited this year is already full!"    

    

Sui Guan nodded. It was another tough bone, but it didn't matter. What he liked the most was hard bones. Just as Sui Guan was about to use his fist to teach the two disciples a lesson, a disturbance came from inside the door.    

    

"No, don't throw me out! I have done a great deed for Qian Loong! " I have shed blood for Qian Loong! " A skinny fellow was carried by two disciples to the door.    

    

Sui Guan frowned and took two steps back. The person who was carried wanted to shout again, but the disciple who was guarding the door was really impatient. He stepped forward and slapped him.    

    

The disciple who was slapped had his eyes slanted and spat out a mouthful of blood. The two disciples who were carrying him also loosened their grip. This unlucky fellow went down the stairs and flipped to the side of Zhang Bai's feet.    

    

"You, you will regret it." This fellow had fainted, but no one cared about him, allowing him to pass out in front of the Dojo's entrance.    

    

"Sigh, what an unlucky fellow. Who asked him to provoke Master?"    

    

"Shh, lower your voice. If someone else hears you and reports it to Master..."    

    

Sui Guan looked at the guy by his feet with interest. Under the stunned gazes of the surrounding people, he carried the unlucky guy and left Dojo.    

    

"Puff!" The disciple of Dojo spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was originally pale, but after spitting out this mouthful of blood, his face turned red.    

    

The disciple of Dojo woke up faintly, "Where am I?"    

    

Sui Guan glanced at him, then put a bowl of black stuff into his mouth.    

    

The disciple of Dojo smelled a stink. He lowered his head and thought that the bowl was filled with a pile of shit.    

    

Sui Guan coldly stuffed the bowl of soup into his disciple's mouth. "Drink it, it will be good for you."    

    

"I won't, I won't!" The disciple shook his head and tried his best to resist the bowl in front of him.    

    

"Hey, it's a small restaurant. Let me feed it." Nangong Waner, who was watching from the side, wanted to take the initiative to bear the blame of feeding the medicine.    

    

Sui Guan continued to glance at his disciple. As expected, after he saw Nangong Waner, his eyes could not move away.    

    

"Alright. So beautiful." The disciple slightly opened his mouth, and a stream of sparkling saliva flowed down from the corner of his mouth.    

    

Nangong Waner's smile became even more gentle. She held a bowl of medicine in her hands and gently sat beside the disciple. Her voice was clear and melodious. "Come, Dalang, drink the medicine."    

    

"No, no, no, wait. Why do I feel like I have seen this scene before?" Sui Guan's eyes widened. It was such a bitter and stinky medicine. How could he drink it?    

    

To Sui Guan's surprise, Nangong Waner took the spoon and fed it to him. The disciple opened his mouth and took it bite by bite. After receiving it, he subconsciously swallowed it.